The arrival at Port Hercule in Monaco at twilight was an overwhelming assault on the senses. The tiny principality was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the setting sun, illuminating the pastel facades of Belle Époque palaces, luxury high-rises, and the sheer limestone cliffs of the French Riviera. The harbor was packed to capacity with the floating palaces of the global elite—three-hundred-foot superyachts flying flags from the Cayman Islands,…
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